Where She Belongs

Merry Christmas.

A soft fluttery sensation moved up my arm, while the faintest whisper of my name lured me from my sleep. I felt like I had been out for days, but in a good way as my mind started to wake up in a similar way it does after my third cup of coffee. My toes tensed as my legs stretched, the feeling rolling up through my as I went to open my eyes only instead I kept them closed. Instantly everything that had occured prior to this rather lovely wake up hit me and I was not willing to face whatever reality awaited me.

"I know you're awake." Aiden continued his little path of kisses up over my shoulder, across to my collarbone then up my neck until finally his lips met mine. "Sammy, we need to talk."

Exactly what I was hoping to hear.

"No."

Opening my eyes, I roll over and away from him. I'm not an idiot, that never means anything good and after what just went down those were four words I didn't want to hear. There was no way he could reject me now, or ditch me on the side of the road because he had whatever issues he needed to work out. A line was drawn tonight and we crossed it. Never had I wanted anyone like I did him, and I understood why. None of this humans aren't always able to find their soulmate bullshit, because not a fibre in me believed that he wasn't supposed to be mine. With my anger blooming I finally turned back over to face him, yet my mouth snapped shut as two things happened.

The first being that in the haze of what was already one of the best nights of my life - what happened finally came back to me. Mostly because of the second reason which was a lovely swollen bruise of a bite mark on his neck.

"What did you do to me?" Grabbing the sheet I'm out of bed, amazingly upright as I don't trip in the process of covering myself up. "Is that how it works? We, well, you know and then I get all fangy?"

That should have definitely been something that deserved a we should talk moment before we got down to business. Panic sets in next. What the hell am I going to tell my parents? It was one thing to say hey, me and the witches guard dog here hooked up and well, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a permanent thing so Merry Christmas, welcome to the family. But to now tell them their reject of a daughter actually found herself one the few hybrids around to give her a vampy edge was going to be rather impossible.

"Calm down." He orders, but not in his usual way. He's being gentle with me. "It's not quite like that at all."

"No? Then how did you end up with that?" I point at his neck and he takes a deep breath.

"You bit me."

"Yeah I do remember that, it was right before-" I pause. Did he bite me first?

"You bit me, first." Aiden slowly clarifies.

"You should have warned me this could be, a, a, um, a side effect of this." I motion between us and he shakes his head.

"I am nearly positive it has nothing to do with me."

"That's impossible."

"That's the part we need to talk about. I don't think it is as impossible as you think."

"What aren't you telling me?" If he mentions Brianna right now, I'm out.

"I think you're like me." I look at him as though he isn't quite speaking english. What does he mean, like him. "A hybrid."

"Oh come on. Wouldn't I know if I was? Yours is the first neck I've wanted to get all bitey with. We already know I'm no werewolf which kind of rules all of that out. Besides, why did that even happen? Vamps dont feed of other creatures, right?"

"Not quite. They can feed from their mate. It's a bonding thing and also how I was able to repay the sentiment." He looks guilty, and for the first I reach up and feel the dried blood on my skin.